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forget ya'll then


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We used to grip on the grain and flip them candy toys
But I'd give up all that ******** if I could get back my boy
Off in the club smokin' weed til 3, hollerin' at the ****Spendin' 4000 dollars on me on gators and clothes


When I turned to rap, he had to chase the game
***** told me, "C, leave that dope 'cause rappin' is yo thang"
I ain't gone even lie, some nights I ride and cry
Wonderin' why the real ****** always the ones to die


So I just smoke my weed and try to clear my mind
I wish that I had the power to turn back the hands of time
I wonder if there's a heaven up there for real Gs
For all the ****** in the game that be sellin keys
I keep my memories, try to keep my head stromg
But baby it's hard to be strong, when yo main homie gone
 
Just got done with a wow bowl movement.

The toilet was only half full of water so the stench was overwhelming.

I got scared and thought the toilet was broken because it wouldn't flush. Slowly, it all went away though.

I feel much better now.
 
We blow big everyday
But that don't stop our pain
Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game
Got ****** doin 40
When you 25 that's life
I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price
These ***** *** ****** shife
****** might snitch out they momma
That's why me and Leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama
Cause we ain't promised tommorow
But ***** you promised to die
***** can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry
At night I talk to God and try to understand
How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man
I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back
So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks
I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones
But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun
I guess that's true for some
But them **** will never win
Out here just hustlin and grindin
Tryin to change from ****** to men
 
 
We used to grip on the grain and flip them candy toys
But I'd give up all that ******** if I could get back my boy
Off in the club smokin' weed til 3, hollerin' at the **** Spendin' 4000 dollars on me on gators and clothes


When I turned to rap, he had to chase the game
***** told me, "C, leave that dope 'cause rappin' is yo thang"
I ain't gone even lie, some nights I ride and cry
Wonderin' why the real ****** always the ones to die


So I just smoke my weed and try to clear my mind
I wish that I had the power to turn back the hands of time
I wonder if there's a heaven up there for real Gs
For all the ****** in the game that be sellin keys
I keep my memories, try to keep my head stromg
But baby it's hard to be strong, when yo main homie gone
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